"i'm gon let you have that weak ass joke. i got a girlfriend who will beat you up in real life" he took the blunt from sin "fuck that bitch and fuck you too, y'all can both get wacked" she smiled, showcasing her perfectly straight teeth and deep dimples

18 year old Sugar was evicted from her home with nowhere to go. Sugar's best friend Kyra offers to take her in to stay with her and her boyfriend Ant. Not knowing the true condition of her new living space she ends up doing a favor for Ant that she hopes will help her get some relief from her harsh living environment. Although this small favor ends up taking Sugar on the wildest ride of her life. This was her story. WARNING: Book contains errors/mistakes ‼️ NOT YET EDITED

Being pregnant and left by the father of your unborn child can send you into a spiral and Jhream was no longer able to continue being the "strong woman" What happens when being robbed actually turns into a life changing moment from one of Chicago's most know gang leaders, Kyree? Will saving her from ending her and her child's life make her realize her life in a blessing? Or will it just get in the way of ending her misery?

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

"𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬." - 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 👅 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺